What about us?!

Love, that complex simultaneous mixed feel of safety and non-safety; happiness and fear; feeling in and out in your brain…

A lot have been said and written about love. I have found almost everything ever written about it to be true. Shakespeare has said once “journeys end in lovers meeting”. Oh! What an extraordinary thought.

But it’s not always that nice! For some, quite unexpectedly, love fades away!

For others, love is simply lost…

But then of course, love can also be found – even for just one night!

Personally, I tend to think that I have not experienced anything or mostly close to that; – there has been always something standing in the way but I’m more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.

I also think that love is like a two sided coin. There is another kind of love, the cruelest kind! The one that almost kills its victims; it’s called the unequal love. Shakespeare also said “The course of true love never did run smooth” which is another fact many believe in.

Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those among us who fall in love alone! Those whom are the victims of one sided affair; they are the cursed of the loved ones, the walking wounded, the handicapped without a place at the lover’s parking space.

I wonder what the chances to be loved back are. Shakespeare said “Can one desire too much of a good thing?” But I guess Shakespeare answered his own question saying: “The miserable have no other medicine but only hope”.

But what if that doesn’t work; shall we continue walking around the corridors of life carrying this weight alone? Why can’t we get noticed and loved back from that single person that doesn’t get our encoded heart beats.

I have been cursed to fall in love alone with this man and there is nothing I can do except begging my own heart to get over it. One look, one smile or sometimes an intentional touch from him blows my mind away. It hurts so much to constantly feel like my heart held firmly in his fist and can’t let it go.

What about us, are we supposed to continue to love alone, ache alone and eventually die alone. How can we move on?